COM or JOU?

Continue AB Communication or shift to AB Broadcast Journalism? It has been my dilemma since Saturday when we had our Career Pathing.
When someone from our class asked - and I forgot who she is- "What specialization should we get if we want to be a reporter?" and the answer was like, "If you want to be a field reporter, then the course you should be getting is BroadJourn. Nevertheless, (implying if you still want to be in Com), you should specialize in Media Productions."
Whew! First, what I really want in life is to be a broadcast journalist. As I've said, I'm not a splendid speaker nor a writer but it CAN be learned. Although I'm not limiting myself to that work alone, though competitions are like price hike, still, that was my long dream. And, I'm here now, taking up this road because I thought that this is right.
Second, in the specializations offered by Com, I'm more inclined to Public Relations, not Media Productions. So, if that is so, then what?
But am I to leave?
More than half of me- can't decipher if it's the brain or my heart- tells me that I should continue what I've started. But that will make me loose few inches from my dream. And the path where I can follow my dream leads to a way, loosing my friends.
There are still a lot of points to consider that I'm afraid, I won't be able to write here. I heard Paul is leaving too, and I also heard (well, I'm not eavesdropping. The conversation was loud and, since I've been thinking, why not listen.) that students from Jou wants to transfer to Com. That made me worry less. But still, it is there.
Heeeeeeeeeeeelp!

Fear Conquered

I was ecstatic, euphoric, happy, floating, heavenly, flying, rapturous, elated, rhapsodic, jubilant, overjoyed, thrilled and all the words synonymous to it. Name it! I felt that all, having conquered my fear.
I envied those classmate of mine last week for having crossed crosswise the deepest part of the pool. Beforehand, I made it firm that I will never cross that pool if Ms. Davin demands and even though she'll get mad. Aftermath, that's it. I saw some amateur classmate in swimming like me take their guts and crossed it and I not looking at them for the fear that they might drown. They can't believe what they've done but they did it and nobody fought for life.
I was sulking for myself but happy for others, at least. Saddened by my consternation and coward self, I promised that next meeting, I'll do it.
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My heart was thumping and I don't know if I can really do it. Grace had called my attention several times for me to go down and cross the pool. I asked our handsome substitute professor to look after me.
Me: Sir, tignan nio ko ha...
Sir: Sige, titignan lang kita ha...
Sir: O eto ha (pertaining to the orange thingy with black strap for saving), pag tumama ito sa ulo mo, yun na yun...
Was it really high time for the joke? I am talking about death and life, drowned or not, 0 or 100. But somehow, I felt relieved by that. I gained more confidence when I knew that Des knows how to swim and was willing to save me if something happened. Then, I breathed hard and kicked hard the wall.
The cold feet was gone when I started to do my arm and leg work. Underwater, I started to smile and I felt so light. When I reached the other end, I shouted out loud. Not bothering if someone might get mad because it's not really misdemeanor.
How I wish to take all the guts from now on if it means making me stronger. And I just realized, it's not bad to take a risk even if it means drowning.